1. Welcome to the languid breeze, welcome,

    And to the one who recalls for me the days of yearning and youth.

  2. It bore greetings from the dear folk of the bend,

    And spoke on their behalf in wondrous words.

  3. So through it I recognized their fragrance; yet I

    Rejected patience that had strayed from my vows.

  4. O you who reproach me, excuse me for loving them;

    I have found no way to forget them.

  5. Do not chide, on their account, a lover accustomed to wasting illness,

    Who finds sickness for their sake sweet and pleasant.

  6. Passion alighted upon him and drove his patience

    Away from him, and pitched its tent within his breast and stretched its ropes.

  7. You are absent, yet present in my heart;

    I would ransom the present and the absent with my lifeblood.

Sol 6.1